Is it really saying something,
so profound,
so underscored
we switch gears
trying to hang on,
lost on yet another
wander
down the high school waves
of inspiration and derision.
I wish I could
speak directly
rather than
some veiled facade.
Seems getting a word in edgy,
is clarity speaks to
a constant scrutiny in our lives.
Who is the imposter,
or are we meant to always
stand alone.
Ramblings of the mind,
can often tell,
the one story.
Thinking it’s crazy to imagine,
is like asking me to
stop writing this passage.
“Blown away,
just like the one winged girl …”
Seems I’m a little bit lost in trying
to find out exactly why
I need to know for sure,
I mean why not just throw that one away.
I tried to write this epic story
one time,
but all I could do was
imagine the words themselves unfolding
without ever really knowing why.
and then he said, try to figure this one out.
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